Rockstar Daddy

Book 5

Chapter Fifteen

Carla

It felt nice to have a guy's open, undivided attention. It helped that the guy in question, Robert's British best man, was smoking hot. I certainly wasn't about to go home with him, or even give him my number, but I enjoyed the chat. I enjoyed the flirting. I enjoyed not having to worry about everyone finding out our illegitimate child.

We talked throughout dinner, though toward the end I could tell that the wine had hit him a little. He began to lean into me when I spoke, though I was speaking more than loud enough. He also put his hand on the back of my chair which felt quite intimate based on the fact that we were in such a large room. I decided to brush it off, though. I wanted to have fun.

Also, it seemed to really piss Jason off. I could feel his irritation practically flowing off of him. I drank it up like a fine, aged wine while I could. I figured, since I hadn't heard from him at all in the past few days, that what he had to say to me wasn't going to be good. I didn't want to hear it.

Why the hell would he pick his sister's wedding to break my heart like that?

Maybe he thought I didn't care as much as I did, but surely he had to know that wasn't the case after everything I'd said to him? After we had made love like we did?

I was trying not to think about it. I was talking to Travis, basking in his exotic attention. Even though he smelled a little too strongly of cologne, and there was a little too much gel in his hair, I would be the envy of most of the girls in my high school if they could see me now- being chatted up by a rich, sexy, British guy.

I aimed to enjoy the moment.

I got up to go to the bathroom just as the dance floor opened up. When I came back into the ballroom, Jason made a beeline for me. I didn't have enough time to make a getaway, even in my ugly mom shoes, so I just let him approach me and waited to hear what he had to say.

Until he got intercepted, that is.

“Would you like to dance with me?” asked Travis, extending his hand to me in a gentlemanly fashion.

I smiled. “I think that would be splendid.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and led me to the floor. Jason followed. “I need to talk to you,” he said. His tone was gruff. His eyes were filled with anger; but they weren't directed at me. I smirked. Watching the look that passed between him and Travis.

“I'm dancing.” I said. “Later, maybe. Or tomorrow”

“It's important,” Jason said.

I figured it was him just wanting to relieve his conscience of the burden that was me, and I wasn't in any rush to take that burden on. But, then again, the look in his eyes was pleading. I opened my mouth, about to agree to go talk to him when Travis abruptly pulled me away.

Jason, looking serious and incredibly sexy was holding the DJ's microphone and standing on the stage. Chelsea and Robert were standing against the wall behind him grinning and wispering to each other. I thought at first he might be giving another speech, but then why would he be looking directly at me?

“Travis” he said

Not quite what I expected.”

“Get your hands off my girl.”

Travis's hands dropped from my waist. He backed away with his hands up, as if he would be attacked if he made any sudden movements. Everyone laughed, but the select few who sensed the very real animosity between the two men looked on with exceptional interest.

I expected him to address me next. I was itching for it. Just hearing him refer to me as his girl made me want to run to him, but I felt rooted on the spot. But he didn't talk to me. Instead, he addressed the crowd.

“For those of you who don't know me” he said. “I am Jason Hendrix.” There were a few hoots in the audience. Obviously, many people did know him. “I'm Chelsea's brother, I'm also, as it turns out, a father.”

The room fell silent. Even though all eyes were glued to Jason. I still felt very self-conscious, like they were staring at me through the back of their heads.

I fathered a beautiful baby girl named Tara a few years ago, but I haven't really been in her life. I haven't been in her mother's life, either, though I wish I had been.”

He stepped down off the stage, and everyone's eyes followed him as he walked toward me. The people standing between us quickly moved to the side. He stopped about ten feet away from me. His eyes piercing through mine.

“Carla Rianne, for those who don't know her, is quite skittish.” There was a gleam of mischief in his eyes, and the room began to laugh again. “It seems like the only way for her to hear me out, is if everyone in the whole room hears me too.” He winked.

I had to laugh. Though I was a big, pulsing bundle of nerves, Jason was right.

“So here's what I need to say to this beautiful, rare girl; I love you.”

The whole room gasped. I gasped. Gasping could probably be heard for miles around.

“I think I always have. Ever since you were just the girl who made me pancakes on Saturday morning before the rest of the family woke up. Maybe even especially then. And I messed up. We've both made our mistakes in this, but I shouldn't have left the other day.”

I had gone from smiling to holding back tears.

Jason took another couple of steps toward me. “I want us to be a family, Carla.” He said, his voice growing softer now. “So what do you say?”

He put the microphone toward my face for my answer, but I knocked it out of the way and anchored my lips against his. A cheer went up through the crowd, but none of them mattered any more. I was me and Jason now, 'til the end. I couldn't tell where my lips ended and his lips begun. The sweet taste of our relief mixed together with our joy. And, as the kiss continued to deepen, it mixed in with our lust.

We pulled back, and I smiled conquettishly. “What do you say we get out of here?” I asked. Looking over at Chelsea, who was giving me a thumbs up, I added, “But like come back after because it's my best friend's wedding.”

Jason laughed. “I think that's a great idea.”

We walked hand in hand out of the ballroom. I walked, but I practically floated. Everything about my life had altered so drastically with just one wedding speech. I had Jason. That's all I've ever wanted.

Though I had wanted to be as wedding cliché as possible and hook up in the coat closet. It was one of those fancy coat check arrangement with an attendant and everything.

I had thought all was lost, until Jason abruptly turned and pulled me into a small, dark room.

I took a look around me, seeing shelving and cleaning supplies in the dim light that filtered in from the cracks around the door. “A cleaning closet?” I asked.

“Does it matter?”

Then his lips were on mine again, and I was in heaven. I was hungry for his kiss, aching for it. I had missed it from the first time I ever had it. And now he was mine. It was the purest bliss I'd ever experienced. I licked and sucked at his lips, feeling him growing harder against my tummy with every flick.

His hands roamed my body, cupping my butt overtop of the silk material of the dress. The silky fabric rubbed up against me and it felt sensational. I moaned into his mouth, arching my back so that my hips ground up against his.

Everything about this, about us, felt so right. Just as it had the first night we made love. Just as it had the second. I felt that, no matter how long Jason and I were together, and no matter how many times our bodies tangled together beneath the sheets- or in the supplies closet as it were- it would always be like that. There would always be the realization that there was something real and good between us.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him to me, stepping up on my tip-toes to maximize the pressure between us. I could hear people passing in the hallway just outside the door, but I didnt care. I let his scent envelop me, washing away all thoughts I had of being discovered.

Jason's hands grew insistent on my body, dragging the material of my dress up around my hips. His hand dipped beneath and he found me, rubbing against my sensitive nub through the cotton of my panties. My moan was smothered by his mouth, even as my head tilted back in ecstasy. I could tell that I was already so wet for him. Only for him.

“God, Carla” he cooed against my hips. “You're so hot.”

I smiled, exploring his mouth with my tongue as his fingers rubbed against me in a frenzy. The sensation was enough to make my legs quiver, and he pushed me against the wall to keep me upright.

Suddenly I was flipped around, and I felt Jason's lip trace hotly down the back of my neck. He kissed my shoulder before returning to my throat, nipping at me and sending electricity through me as his hand still worked overtop of my panties. I panted against the cool surface of the wall. Tension building in my core. I felt apprehension at not being able to see what was happening; not knowing what was coming next. He was completely in control. Jason's lips came to my ear, and he nipped and blew on my lobe, sending shockwaves through me. The tension was insane. I wanted to melt, but I also needed release. I butted back against him.

“Please.” I wimpered. “Please, Jason”

He bunched the material around my waist even higher, pulling down my panties and unzipping his pants in one movement. He teased me, sliding his length along my seam and dipping inside just a little, but not enough. I tried to push back against him, but he merely held me in place and chuckled.

“I like hearing you beg.” he purred in my ear. His lips found my neck again, and I sighed with pleasure.

“Please, Jason” I murmured. “I need you”

He groaned and I could feel a hot shiver going through him from my words. He nudged the tip of his c**k at my entrance and then plunged in.

I cried out in pleasure, ignoring completely just how exposed we were. At any moment someone could walk in, attracted by the noises and find us here, wrapped together in passion. I didn't care. My o****m was building now. Faster than ever, I was nearing the edge, and the feeling of his throbbing c**k sawing in and out of me was going to get me there.

I exploded, my mouth opened in a silent cry, my eyes bunched shut. My whole body seemed to shake and pulse. And I pressed my forehead against the wall just to feel stable.

Jason's hands anchored on my hips as he continued his wild assault. There was a primal need under there, the need to release all of our tension and past disappointments. We were building a new world in this closet. One o****m at a time.

Jason leaned over and pressed his lips against my neck, muffling a groan as he shuddered behind me. We panted in unison, our hearts beating a wild rhythm in our chests. I could have sobbed with the ecstasy of my release and the pure blinding relief that both preceded and followed it. There was a lot of emotion going on.

Jason spun me around, letting my skirts drop back to the floor. His lips found mine and he kissed me again. I tasted the salt of his sweat in his lips, and I licked it off. A deep hum reverberated in his chest.

“Keep doing that and I'll never let you leave this closet,” I smirked up at him and nibbled my lower lip, gazing into the icy grey depths of his eyes. “Keep giving me orgasms like that and you won't have to.”

He chuckled and bent down to plant another kiss on my lips. “We should go back to the party,” he said.

I nodded. “One more thing though.”

“What's that?”

“Jason Hendrix,” I said. “I love you too.”